Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough What, what, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, Figadoh
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen . Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P... What the fuck? Let's give it to ya Yeah, what the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) Come on (Ha ha ha)
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch? To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch You s faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me What we be on and that we would have a recipe Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy? Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy The news be tryin and run go report niggas The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P. Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me!
Figadoh Doooooooooough Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! You know me, Figada-figada-figada Get that dough, Figada-doh
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown Boston streets.. where I put my flow down Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down Blaze shots for the gangster in me You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker) Big guns, no thang to me Top three is what I aim to be Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach, it ain't to greet you Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!
[ (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!) I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done Just to make this shit more hotter So tighten up your training wheels bitch... Cause your fucking with a scholar
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!) Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!) I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin I ain't hear nothin, start runnin Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got.. (Fire!) With sides will.. (Fire!) Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach
[Intro: Benzino] Unh, Hangmen 3 2 Times and J.B. Yeah, Benzino, c'mon Let's take it to these motherf**king streets, yo Yo, throw your 3's up
[Benzino] Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta With ties to the west coast, banging Motherf**k a street team, my team bereave streets Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon
[Chorus: Benzino] Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it My shit too long, and now you gon feel it We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
[Benzino] Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!" Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin GQ Magazine, we on page 144 Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas Stop hating motherf**ker, go hard!
[Chorus]
[Benzino] Benzino strike back - most hated, f**k this rap game Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug Run up on me wrong - not having it My crew been through so much that you can't dream of Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs I'm organized, my shit's effective Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas
Ladies and gentlemen, right now We wanna bring forth to the stage A very special guest The undisputed Made Men
Ayo don't run up on me, wit dat rah rah, Smoking lah lah I'll blow holes in your dada, you nada I toke a lotta, choke a lotta... from Havana And stroke skins in the Ramada, I open drama Told the lamas in my bomba, word to mama Ready to war in pajamas in these cold streets I hold heat... I'm a known thief, with gold teeth Matching custom made gold jeep Croam rims, brown Tim's plus a Benz gettin' flown in Equipt with shit to make domes spin You average, we set standards Trend set, Made Men wet Anything moving in front of the Tek With a maculet, acuret aim, crack the game With a homerun, blasting lames wit they own gun And its on son, my air crowds got the spare gat By the gear shaft, with the clear gats out like tear gas The wrong ones since a young gun Notta unson hero with a filled sombrero Gimme arms Memph, bomb threat phenomenom shit I get (Uh!) the doe (Uh!) 'cause I want it (That's right!)
*Made grams makin' alright While we push big cars under moon light Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady Never ever turn my back on my Made Men Nigga when its time to set it, just say when But for now we gonna ride like its do or die And when its all set and done its just you and I
C'mon, let the game break "G" Even though its da grain 'cause of Made Men Sellin' drugs with pistols just to get papes 211 your spot, leave you an 87 And a pen and pad be my only weapon Aproachin' Armageddon, care to learn a cautious lesson? Second guessin' in this life can be costly When the bangs brokin' leave a nigga frosty Frozen stiff from the 40 mill mega lift From a game played out like a Sega gift For the streets, shit take a major wiff Of the high ponent, seedless, canibus and teva, I believe that It takes a lot of pain away, I do this everyday It gotta be a betta way, lookin' for rider Tomorrow been sufferin' the sorro Took the heat, took the lead, now you follow Every road has two paths Ones fun and laughs opposite of blood bath I chose the better half, run with the cheddar staff Avoid the garbage, recycle the trash To get track cats slapped up and kidnapped 'Cause we rappin' don't mean it can happen, see the gas clappin' Atease, you been clear from the homicide Nuthin' ta fear 'cause we here (Just you and I!)
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Here I go again (It's just you and I!) ohhhhhhhhh Let's ride Let's ride Here I go again That keeps us alright Lets ride
My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me? I'm a No Limit thug nigga Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer Cause I hang with the MADE Men 600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface And then the Feds started watchin me Johnny Cochran's clockin me Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me Started from the bottom, made it to the top I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me and nickname me The Last Don And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind
Deja vu.. You could be the thug that I will do (That's right baby) Is it you?
Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve' How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber Puffin head trauma, slugs blastin through your body armor
*Deja vu.. [UNNNNNNNNGH] You could be the thug that I will do (Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm) I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM) I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk Get a taste of this slam dunk Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk Tryin to make all my shit bump til my pockets got the mumps Always pray I never have to dump with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked You shoulda ducked you bitch A killer really never have to switch A-with the real slow pitch that hit Bass that make your ears split Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic Better pay attention who you fuckin with Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies Made Men blow your back out til you black out Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four Made Men, these niggaz bug more
*We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out) We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin (We keep it movin yo) x2
Its all about money, weed, gunz and drugz Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin meat Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats Riddin shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan Benzo, playin Nintendo with my man Flosin, spittin my game at the bar Tropical, kickin tall, doll with a parasol Street elegant, with a relevant style Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau Executive jet, first class, sip the moet Turn the hands back, 3 hours on the Rolex East coast to West Coast return to the future From Boston to Cali smokin high times Buddah Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lambergini SV Coupe Deablo Pablo, show me the stash with the cash Or I blast, stain your pro woodframe glass I'm prouder than 4 point zero, the pan or leer-o Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio I'm sittin in the lap of luxury But i'm still spittin caps for thugz who be plusly livin comfortbly Cigar handlings be Cuban Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion
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Yo, Drop the top on the whip Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip Tryin to keep a low profile like parole While i'm bumpin, Sony suround sound Makaveli We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino Thug niggas elevatin the art of livin well What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell Keep it movin, You know the MO, or catch a demo On how we flip up the whole fuckin tempo Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes Iced out medals, usually count fouls To a hundred, up all night gettin blunted Roll around in a 6 hundred, on 20 inch nickel Got your wife all on my pickel Backseat swingin heps up in my jeep The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach She wanna freak in a two piece, smellin on peach Scuba divin in the blue waters of Aruba Flowin palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga Credabilty street provin, thats why i got to keep it movin
Vacant Lot dumb niggas! Make it hot dumb niggas! Made Men dumb niggas! No matter what what! x2
*Talk shit but no matter what Y'all know that y'all won't win Go for your gun nigga what Y'all can't fuck with Made Men Talk shit but no matter what Y'all know that y'all won't win Go for your gun nigga what(Benzino) Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
No matter who you are you heard of the name Let me introduce(nigga what) Clear the way let these macks let loose If we can't say this shit right now We should leave Or get it on right here See who's first to bleed There's nothin' you can do That ain't been done Like bein' stabbed with a knife or maybe shot with a gun My mission in life to make you move Not stoppin' you It's very possible my Made Men are hot
Yo, yo, Gzus of Made Men feel the tantrum See any man come Whipped out the biscuit see many man run When the gun feel the slug spit (Blow!) You in the Devil's hands When we on some murder shit You don't stand a chance Under the mug shit Thug shit Never sleep strapped on the low with the .38 snub heat Playing some music on the .44 These MC niggas screaming battles my platoon want war
I comes Hell or high water Nine double and Luger Premium Triton lick shots in my coop, uh Twin shooter Feel my vein's runnin' cold but Save my life I look in your eyes and show no love No judge I realease verdicts through my clip Hot gun powder burns on my wrist and hip Body bags and homi' tags The deaf tone look retro Is payback my tech blow Fatal through Your chest, yo
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Squeeze keep it rough on a drug dealer budget Slugs peel your nugget Fuck around and feel this rough shit Snub shit With hot rocks to penetrate y'all Lake all the squads brawl nigga this ain't paintball Ain't y'all them killers that were screamin' bloody murder? You heard of Twice Thou and his work with a lovely burner I blast for the i-con Black python Blowin' barrel Waiting in the shadow to spit at you
As my world turns One life to live let my heat burn Not concerned with those who oppose me Demand respect from all those who know me Pose a threat You ain't seen nothin' yet We certified coneseuirs At this war shit Flesh eating carnivours Squeeze four fifths Smokin' on a pound of raw With a bad bitch Fuck around with Benzino and get blasted
Look in his eyes he scared to die (Fuck him let him fry) I never seen a man cry Till his life is flashin' by Satanic niggas pullin' gigantic triggers Broke with no hope of ever seein' dollar figures I know the real killers The real thugs The real niggas gettin' cheese True G's and you ain't none of these I rep five sets to the fullest with a live tech And stay grimy like I'm always in the projects
*We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated You fascinated by the way my clan made it Classic limited edition, Made Men on a mission We out performin, perform for the bitches and the thug niggaz We slug niggaz while the FEDs try to bug niggaz Move confidental, i'm layin in your back yard my nine clamp hard, Made Men rap hard
I'm killin you with 12 cylinders of raw rap puff dat, before I scarf gats, through your hard hat run circles around your favorite rap star push a black car, horse power like NASCAR sip Heinikkens, puff lime green with hash she's, madd deep sash heep under the back seat, actually all the beef shit, put to sleep quick when i squeeze this, 3 fifth, leave you breatless portable gunz, exceptional caps and clips grab the mack, lick off slugs for this rappin shit melt down your compound, put a jerry thing in your village the illest in this game of code killas break handcuffs then i rock'em like a braclet clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit the first camp, crew thick out the pit stop if you ain't up on that check your hit..... cold hands from the cold steel hot head from the hot lead stuff from the old sheild, ghetto appeal thug nigga type of anthem, get a Mill. 4 ransom then i spend it all on brands son
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It's the fastest gun in the East, never the least Put down my heat, fill up my hands in beef pop in the madd clip, hopin out the flag chip up in the club, tryin to bag shit, go bags to rich Full switch, only have more chicks on my dick I spits on them shits emcees be wanna fuck wit No caholnes, don't come fuckin with me Hombres My crome blaze, uncontolably on your homies Antonio, christed out, nice style more than ever, pull a beretta I bought my leather, squeeze the level Thought you'd never, fuck with a Made Man With doe show, when it comes to the strap, i'm bicostal, your gullabull You and your boys be in your room bangin on books We castle like a wolf move in, leave you shook and shakin, any moo you make nigga i'm takin 2-11 strong, i'm shapin no conversation this gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog Murder for hire dog until I retire dog You wanna lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically fit A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit
Yo Turn up my headphones Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going (We about to take you there)
*Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain? Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind
I'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs, And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards Made Men's at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo Cause fuck that, that's where niggaz be getting snuffed at Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind
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I inhale and blow it out Stress calls, in the Source no doubt I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker I had a dream; it seems frustration took us Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy? Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got You know there's a million niggaz thinking just like me Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street With the same fat beats, and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets to make a smash like the crash test Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up I can't relax; I'm never calm No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm And these street politics got me strapped up with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess Don't playa hate, hate the game It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing flames Ain't nothing changed
I'm in party mode now, uhh, you don't stop C'mon, with the, with the, c'mon D-Dot, c'mon
*Is it you? (Y'all the ones the ladies love to touch) Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men Is it you or is it Deja Vu? Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all) Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days Benz 6, V-12, 19's for shoes Mens thick with a team known to squeeze the uz' Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and champagne I ran game, Made Men's on they brain Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made Baguettes don't shine? Then get it appraised Perform for MC's with Bentley's and M3's Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees
Some niggaz talk like P Cardy, won't grab, three shotty Let off three bodies, platinum three parties I move quicker than, half of the niggaz that's witcha and move swifter than, cats who Jack the Ripper so when I say check this, respect this If you ain't with me and Made Men, get off the guestlist You see I'm from a place where it's nuttin but beats Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street Too much light and too much heat, pick a fight with these freaks Got a hundred Harlem brothers that'll daze y'all crew But this is the remix to the Deja Vu
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Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up It's the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces Ain't no beef, just liquor, and reefer that's cheap It's cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to leave I wanna know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat Meet me in the back after this track International, money magnificence To go against this, I think you know the consequence I rock Kangols, my link dangles Got more Cash than Tango, from my mad flows
Yo, yo, yo Hey yo my shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to Don't make me run up in your crib and kill what's in the cradle I'll make you wish you was dead, push a brick through your head Rush my click through your set, suck my dick, lick it yeah You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves And my words to every verse like feathers to a bird Rhyme compatible, my nine'll rip the spine outta you Why should I battle you? You couldn't define one parable I'm thug animal, Hannibal Lect', real cannibal Eatin that ass like fire and gas, my shit's flammable Frightenin in fact, you know niggaz is bitin my raps Writin exactly the same like they recitin my back Niggaz carbon copies, always mockin my shit But can't nobody stop me, get up on top of me dick I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what?
Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all) Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
*When you wanna get this loot (right now) When you want a Benz coupe (right now) When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right now, right now, right now)
**When you wanna get these riches (right now) When you wanna fuck these bitches (right now) It's time to start killin snitches (right now, right now, right now)
The six re-convicted felon drop gems With the clique heat addiction, pop the first one flinchin Takin playas out the game, and bench em, then we lynch em Listenin to Henchmen to finish off the mission (get em) All my soldiers into position Son clinchin the coke with his finger itchin Screamin why his niggas' snitchin It's the suckas' way of fuckin with my ones You gonna play with guns, then I got em by the tons Federal Reserve notes keep me at your throat You can tell from the smell from the fire that I wrote Don't test this infectious, cause GZus wreck shit A tech smith, your last request, next shit, at your residence Squeeze with no hesitance, stay forever bent - over dead presidents Commit acts with no malice Tryin to ball out, before my number call-out Going all-out, can't wait to hear my niggas shout (shout it out)
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Twist the Philly up Nigga, what's really up (wassup) Feel me, throw ya nine-milli up (BOW!) Guns - get the poppin, forever hip-hoppin Hot ones clappin, make it happen, with a Mack 10 Wildin, off some liquor Flee with the heat nigga (yeah) Tote some weed nigga (yeah) Slow your speed nigga (yeah) Throw your hands up high You a stand-up guy, that won't testify Best have tried, to come bang with the Made Compare that, to gun battlin with a switch blade Hits blazed (hits blazed), shits played in the club Get mix tape love, so you know it ain't a fake Was bustin you next, like Russian roulette You wet, and I don't fear nothin you rep
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Sissy, get lick off, shut off, bust off, hear off? Don't you wanna take some? Don't you wanna take some? (bust it) Since when you didn't know I was a Made Man Benzino-Hangman Don't get caught up in my gang land D-techs? still be checkin on my resume' Still I wet about four niggas anyway Never worry about defeat cause I roll deep [pause] Got you runnin down your own street So if you wanna get some? (Made Men)
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When you wanna blaze it up (right now) When you want dollar figgas (right now) Tell me, when you wanna fuck these niggas (right now, right now, right now)
